The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-10-28
NO 10.

souls.
But in this connection some young con.
| verts say to me: SIS it right 60 play
cards? Is there any harm ia game Of
whist or euchre?' Well, / know good
| men who play whist and euchre and
other styles of games without any wag-
ers. I bad friend who played cards
| with his wife and children, and then at
the close said: 'Come, now, let US have
prayers" I viii not judge other mems
/ cOnsciences, but will tell you that cards
are in my mind so associated with the
/ temporal and eternal damnation OF
I splendid young men, that I should no
sooner say TO my family, "Come
/ let us have a game of cards"
/ than I would &C into menagerie and say;
/ "COme, let us have game of rattle
/ snakes," or into a cemetery, and, sitting
/ down by marble slab, say to the grave
/ diggers: "Come, let us have game OF
/ skulls" Conscientious young ladies are
4 silently saying to me while / speak: "Do
| you think card-playing will do US any
| harm?" Perhaps not; but how will you
/ feel if in the great day Of eternity, when
we are asked to give an account Of
| our influence, some man shall say to you:
81 was introduced to games OF chance in
| the year 1887, in Brooklyn, at your house
and 1 went on from that sport to some-
| thing more exciting, and went on down
4 a
morals and lost my soul, and these chains
that you see on nay wrists and feet are the
| chains of a gamester's doom, and am on
my way to a gamblers hell" Honey at
/ the start-eternai catastrophe at the East
| Stock gambling comes inte Nf same
catalogue. It must be very exhilarating
/ to go into Wall street, New I Cgk, or State
street, Boston, or Third street, Philadel-
| phia, and depositing a small sum Of
/ money, run the risk of taking out fort
une. Many men are doing an honest and
/ safe business in the stock market, and you
are an ignoramus if you do not know that
/ it is Just as Legitimate to deal IA stocks as
to deal in coffee, or sugar, or -four. But
| nearly all the outsiders who 60 there on
| little financial excursion lose all. The old
/ spiders eat up the unsuspeCting hies.
| had friend who put his land on his hip
| pocket and said TO me in subs tance; 81
| have there the value of S150,000" His
| home is to-day penniless. What
was the mattery Wall street.
/ OF the vast majority who are victim
| lied you hear not one word. One great
| stock firm goes down and whole columns
! of newspapers discuss their fraud, or their
| disaster, and we ara presented with their
| features and their biography. But where
| one such famous firm sinks, five hundred
unknown men sink with them. The great
| steamer goes down and all the little
| boats are swallowed in the same engulf-
ment.
Gambling is gambling, whether in stocks
| or breadst tufts, or dice, or race-track bet
| ting. Exhilaration at the start, and
raving brain, and a shattered nervous
system, and a sacrificed property, and
destroyed soul at the last Young man,
buy no lottery tickets, purchase no prize
packages, bet on no base ball games or
yacht racing, have no faith in luck, an
swer no mysterious circulRrr propoeing
great income for small investIhe1.t, shoo
/ away the buzzards that hover around our
hotels trying to entrap strangers. Go out
| and make an honest living. Have God on
your side and be a candidate for heaven.
Remember all the paths Of sin are banked
with flowers at the start, and there are
plenty of helpful hands 20 fetch the gay
charger TO your door and hold the stirrup
while you mount. But further on the
horse plunges TO the bit in a slough mex.
tricable. The best honey Is not like that
which Jonathan took on the end Of the
rod and brought to his lip, but that which
God puts on the banquetiug table Of
mercy, at which we are all invited to sit
was reading of boy among the mouu
taIns of Switzerland ascending danger.
Gus place with his father and the guides,
The boy stepped on the edge OF tho cliG
and said: "There is a flower I mean t.
get"
"Come away from there" said tbs
father, "you will fall off,"
'TSo," said he, az must got that beautiful
flower" and the guides rushed toward him
to pull him back, when they heard him
say, 81 almost have it." and he fell two
thousand feet.
Birds of prey were seen a few days
after circiing through the air and lower.
ing gradually to the place where the corpse
lay.
Why seek flowers of the edge OF a prec.
ipice when you may walk knee deep amid
the full blooms Of the very paradise Of
God? When a man may sit at kings
banquet, why will no go down the steps
and contend for the gristle and bones Of o
hounds kennelY "Sweeter than honey
and the honeycomb," says David,
sis the truth of God" "With honey out
of the rock would have satisfied thee"
says God TO the recreant. Here is honey
gathered from the blossoms Of trees OF
life. and with a rod made out Of the wood
OF the cross dip it up for all your souls
The poet Hesiod tells Of an ambrosis
and a nectar the drinking of which would
make men live forever, and one sip OF this
honey from the Eternal Rock will give
you an immortal life with God Come of
OF the lmaiarial levels Of a sinful life.
Come and live the uplands OF grace
where the vineyards sun themselves. Oh,
taste and see that the Lord Is gracious.
Be happy now and happy forever. For
those who take a different course the
honey will turn to gall.
For many things I have admired Percy
Shelley, the great English poet, but de-
plOre the fact that it was a great sweet
ness to him TO dishonor God. The poem
"Queen Nab" has In IL the maligning OF
the Deity. The infidel poet was impiOus
enough 10 ask for Rowland HIPS Surrey
Chapel that he might denounce the Chris.
tian religion. He was In great glee
against God and the truth. But be visited
Italy, and one day on the Med diterranean
with two friends In "A boat, which was
tventy-four feet long, he was coming
toward shore when an hours squail struck
the water. A gentleman standing on shore
through q glass saw many boats tossed
in this squall, but all outrode the terror
except one, that IN which Shelley, the
infidel poet and his two friends were
sailing. That never came ashore, but tho
bodies of two If the occupants were
washed upon the beach, one Of them the
poet. A funeral pyre was built ON tha
sea shore by some classic friends, and the
two bodies were consumed. Poor Shelley
He would have no God while ne lived.
and he probably had no God when ho
died.
The Lord hnoweth the way OF the righteous
but the way Of the ungodly shall perish.
The Good Things or Lie.
All the best things and treasures Of this
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